I have lived in New York state since the year 2005. Now even though I am in Michigan, I wonder where the seltzer is and can't stop saying "idear" instead of "idea" (like my coworkers in Massachusetts), but there is something about the place you are from. In some way, it is both totally foreign and also the thing you compare all other things to. I both don't know how I would fit in here now, and feel completely like it is a part of me. It feels confusing. People call other people "hicks" and "rednecks" here, and I really never feel like I hear that in New York state or western Massachusetts. My parents and siblings and I have consumed quite a bit of ice cream and wine, and it feels both completely routine and like a vacation. It has my grandpa, my most fabulous friend since I was 12 years old, Bell's beer, Caribou Coffee, and Big Boy. Ah, Big Boy. Check it out. Here I am with my sister.
So far I've learned: my Dad is a good time (especially since he got a crazy new sportscar), my mom is good at planning my sister's wedding, and although you can always make new friends , you can never, ever, ever replace your old friends. So here's to lakes, Big Boy salad bar, Midwestern wholesomeness, the Detroit Tigers, and for the rest of the week - the city of Ann Arbor.